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This chapter really doesn't have a plot twist or anything...just a long awaited talk between the hottest duo ever.
-Captain Autumn

"Where is she keeping that diamond?" Blackbeard hissed in my face as he pushed me rather hard against the mast. Making no sign that it bothered me in any way I said to him, "I have no idea in the slightest what you are talking about." He shook me, and pressed me harder against the mast, making me feel as if my ribs were about to break. Then, his yellow eyes narrowed as he spat, "You know very well what I'm talking about. Where the bloody hell is that damned diamond!? And I swear to you, Captain Turner, if you don't tell me where it is, I'll kill her slowly and make you watch."

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her." I spat, struggling to get out of his reach. A smile was evident under his now only slightly smoking beard. But even so, I had to cough every now and then when it filled my nose. Reluctantly looking back up at him, as he kept his grasp firm, he said, "I have ways of making you talk, Turner. I do."

When he said that, I glanced back at Barbossa who was smiling. No doubt, he had told Blackbeard that I'll do anything for the people that I love. And I would do anything for Ellie. And one look at Blackbeard let me know that he knew that I would go to the ends of the earth and back. I'd done it once, and I would do it again.

For her.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him, breathing heavily as I gave in to him. His smirk turned into a smile as he let me go and said, "Mr. Turner, oh...sorry, my mistake. Captain Turner." I narrowed my eyes as he made that mocking comment. Smiling, he continued, "Jack Sparrow."

"What about him?" I asked him, shocked by my rather definsive voice. Blackbeard spun around and stared me in the eyes as he said, "I know that you once served as Sparrow's first mate on the Black Pearl. I know that you are indeed his best friend and I know that you know where his uncle's chest is."

"And you know that I know that I won't tell you where it is." I said to him with a smile. I knew something else at that moment. I shouldn't have said that. I felt a pain go thru my side as he put his sword at my side, not enough to completely pierce it, but enough to draw blood. Still making no sign that it hurt me, I stared into his yellow eyes as he hissed, "Listen to me, Turner. I wasn't going to kill you. We're not in the past. Thanks to that chest, I've managed to create my own little world of sorts. But imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to find it gone-"

"-and you think I took it."

"Oh, there's not question in my mind." He said, leaning into me, letting the smell of smoke and burnt hair feel my nose.

"Blackbeard, I may be a pirate, but I'm not stupid." I paused for a moment. For the first time in over a century and a half, that was the first time that I had actually admited that I was a pirate. I mean, I knew it. I just never actually admitted it to anyone. "Why on earth would I want it?" I asked him, trying not to wince as the pain in my side grew worse.

"You're William Turner. Jack Sparrow and William Turner, the infamous duo, sailing the seven seas betraying everyone in there paths...including each other. What wouldn't be your reason for taking it, Turner? Or maybe you're wanting this chest all to yourself...not only being immortal, but being in control. Testing the fate that God set upon this now damned earth-"

"It's damned because of people like you. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm immortal. I've already tested fate more than I need to." Goodness, Elle was really rubbing off on me. Wait, I am immortal, aren't I? He said himself that we weren't in the past. As if reading my mind, he nodded and said, "You are immortal."

He nodded towards Barbossa who uncovered my chest. The Dead Man's Chest, I mean. As I turned back to Blackbeard, he hissed, "You know where the chest is-"

"I knew where it was before, but I have no idea where it is now. Or the diamond for that matter." I said, trying to spare Michelle for as long as I could before I actually had to start fighting. I honestly had no bloody idea where the hell that chest was now. But I did know where the diamond was, and I was not going to breath a word about it.

"Well, you're going to help me. And so help me, Mr. Turner, if you try anything against me, I swear on pain of death, that I will kill Miss Swanson. And you will watch." He jerked me as he walked past me. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. Which could have been a mixture of a few things. It could be because I was just stabbed on my side, or because I've had to smell Blackbeard for the past few minutes, or because Barbossa was holding a dagger over my beating heart-

But even though all of those things were completely horrid, the main reason was because of Michelle. I wasn't going to let anything happen to her, but right now I was doubting my ablities. How long could I keep her safe? I couldn't live with myself if she died.

"Master Turner-"

"Captain." I corrected him, narrowing my eyes at him. Bloody hell. Jack's rubbing off on me too. Barbossa made a face before grabbing my arm and pulling me down the stairs. After we were down in the brig, he pushed me into a cell and said, "You'd best be saying a little prayer for Miss Michelle, William. Don't know how long she'll-"

"-shut up." I spat at him. "Don't you ever talk about her like that again. Because I will get out of here. With her and Jack. And there won't be anything you can do to stop us."

"We'll be seein' about that." Barbossa laughed. Imagine. I once sailed with him. He married me and Elizabeth, for goodness sakes. He was an ally. And now, he wanted nothing more than for me to be dead. Well, Michelle dead and then me. I don't know where Jack was thrown into this. "Nighty night, Master Turner."

Once the light from his candle was gone, the only light that was down there in that Godforsaken brig was the light from the moon, seeping thru the cracks. And let me tell you, that wasn't a lot. I could make out someone in the brig beside me, two, but I couldn't see their faces.

"Will?"

I turned my head in the direction of the voice. I couldn't see much, just a figure moving in the cell across from me. "Will, is that you?"

"Jack?" I asked, sitting up. "Where's Michelle? Is she-"

"Calm down, mate. She's over here with me." He knew me well. I instantly relaxed, but just a little. "What's goin' on, exactly?"

I was guessing Elle was asleep...or passed out. Hoping it wasn't anything else, I mangaed to say, "The chest has went missing. Blackbeard thinks that I took it." When a long pause accompanied that statement, I added, "Which I didn't take."

Another pause. Finally, Jack said as I stared out into the darkness, "Well, mate. You never know with you. I think we all remember when you pretty much handed me over to Beckett and was captain of my ship-"

"I apologized for that years ago." I reminded him, turning back to face his direction only to see darkness. But I knew Jack was smiling. And I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off of his face. "Or do you not remember, just tell Davy Jones that Jack Sparrow sent you to settle his debt? Can't see how you could possibly forget that one, Sparrow."

"Pfft." Jack said. I could hear someone moving as he said, "Well, we're pirates, mate. We've had our ups and downs that's for sure. But we were always there for each other in some completely twisted way."

Completely twisted was absolutley right. "And besides Jack, you know that even if I did completely dispise you, which is on a temporary leave depending on what you do in the next few days, and wanted to take the chest as some sort of revenge, you know that I wouldn't do it because it would put Michelle in danger."

"Ah, there's the William-none-backstabbing-pirate I know. The one that always cares about his distressin' damsel. Or, damsel in distress. Whichever you prefer." I smiled to myself as he said that, resting my head against the wall. "So, Captain Turner. What be your plan, mate?"

"I don't know, Jack." I whispered, not knowing if he could hear me. "They want me to help them."

"Don't."

"I have to." When Jack was silent, I said, "They're using Michelle against me, Jack. What would you do in my situation?" I placed my head in my hands, waiting for his answer. I heard him give a sigh, before saying, "I'd help them."

"Are you serious?" I asked him, hoping I didn't sound too, I don't know, surprised.

"Mate, I'm not as cold and heartless as everyone thinks I am." I knew that was true. Had it not been, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. When the ship moved, the moon's light hit so that I could see into the other cell. Elle was asleep, leaning on him. His arm wrapped protectively around her. When he saw me look, he said to me, "Will, she's an amazin' girl."

I smiled and said, "I know."

His black eyes bore into mine as he said, the moon's light vanishing and sending us into darkness once more, "Do me a favor, alright mate?" He didn't wait for me to answer, he only said, "Don't lose her like I did."

That took me by surprise. That was the first time Jack had ever directly said anything about his past relationship with Elle. Strangly enough, I didn't feel at all weird or uncomfortable talking about this with Jack. One reason was probably because I was waiting for it. Jack never talked about it, Michelle really didn't either, so I didn't press it. I wanted to know, but they'd tell me in time.

"How long were you together?" I asked him. I wasn't sure if he was going to answer me, but he did.

"She was 16, so about three years." Wow. I had never known Jack to stay with a girl longer than three minutes, let alone three years. He said that like he had no problem talking about it with me either.

"Why did you-" I trailed off, not sure how to word it. Jack sighed, not like he didn't want to answer it, but as if he was deep in thought, "We were in Tortuga. Word came that Barbossa was nearing Port Royal."

I sighed, completely knowing where this was going. "I left her with a choice. To come with me to Port Royal, or to stay and hopefully I would return to her with the Pearl. She couldn't go. She was getting sick-" He paused for a moment, as if he didn't want to remember when she was sick and almost died just the past year. "-I made her stay. I couldn't come back to her, because as soon as I left with the Pearl, Davy came after me. Michelle was on the Dutchman, I couldn't exactly return to her. And Davy had no idea that we were eng-"

"I saw the ring on her finger, Jack." I said, looking back over into the cell. The moonlight was shining back thru so I could see the outline of his face. I remembered when Elle teased us that we looked similar. Looking at Jack, I couldn't see it. But something about us apparently looked alike since Ana had said the same thing even before Elle. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't know, Will. It's not something that you would usually go around telling...we got back together after, well, during the time we were running from Jones and-"

"Wait, when did that happen?" I asked, as Jack turned to look at me, apparently startled by my voice. His shocked face turned into a smirk as he said, "A lot of things happend while you were on the Dutchman-"

"-unwillingly." I said, sternly.

Jack chuckled and said, "Yes, unwillingly. I ran back into her at Tortuga when I was trying to find a crew. We made plans to meet that summer in Spain, but I was a little bit dead to do that." He looked over at me and smiled. I returned it as he said, "It wasn't so much the fact that I was dead, she found out about that."

He didn't have to say what that was. I knew.

"She didn't know who it was. But that damned goddess intuiton of her gave it away. Never did anything more stupid in my life." We had apparently stopped, or was going very slow, since I could still barely see Jack thru the moonlight. "I wanted to tell you, Will. Liz just-"

"Jack, I know. I was the stupid one."

"No you weren't." Jack said, quickly. "Don't go around saying that, Will. Elizabeth loved you, but-" He didn't finish. And when I looked over at him, I saw a face that I hardly ever saw on Jack. He sighed, and said, "I was the stupid one, Will. I shouldn't have done that to you."

"It was bound to happen. I was just too stupid to realized it."

Jack laughed as he moved carefully so he wouldn't wake up Michelle. He looked down at her hand that was laying on his knee. Sighing, he looked back up at me and said, "It's funny how much you and I use stupid in one sentence."

"Brillance and stupidity. They often coincide." I said, sending a smile over at him. "You should know that."

He smiled as he pushed a few curls away from Michelle's face, "What else is funny? The fact that we actually had a conversation without gettin' into some sort of sword fight. But ye know, they took my sword..." He made a face before muttering, "That damn Blackbeard. You know? I'd much rather have that 90 year old man back in Spain that thought he was Blackbeard and tried to light his beard on fire-"

"-he didn't have a beard, Jack."

"Didn't stop him, now did it?" Jack said with a laugh as the ship titled. "What the bloody 'ell are those idiots doin' now?" I sighed, there was no telling what they were doing. Michelle raised her head up and asked, "Jack?"

"I'm right here, darlin'." He said, keeping an arm around her. Though he might have been mad at himself for what he did to Elle, I knew that he loved playing "big brother" to her. "So is Will." Her eyes darted over in to my cell. She had to squint her gorgeous green eyes before asking, "Will, love, are you arlight?"

I smiled over at her, not quite sure if she could see it, and said, "Yes, darling. I'm fine." She smiled at me and was about to say something, when the door opened. Barbossa walked in, and walked over to Michelle and Jack's cell. He quickly pulled Michelle out and slammed the door before Jack could grab for her. "I have ways of making both of you talk..." He whispered in a harsh tone as he pulled out the same dagger he had been pointing at my own heart earlier. Michelle, being the pirate that she is, showed no signs of fear. But I knew, and I'm sure Jack could tell too, that she was.

"Why are you taking her?" I asked him, making Jack look over at me. "I'm the one that took the chest."

"What are you doing?" Jack hissed at me, quitely so that Barbossa couldn't hear him. Barbossa turned his eyes on me and asked me, harshly, "How do I know that ye not lyin'?"

"I swear that if I lead you wrong, you can kill me." Elle's eyes got wide as a tear rolled down her cheek. She tried to struggle out of his grasp, but she couldn't. When she realized she couldn't, she said, "Will, please-" She couldn't finish it, because he shoved her back into her cell. Jack caught her and looked up at me like I had just suggested he go take a swim with Lord Beckett...

...speaking of Lord Beckett...

Barbossa opened up my cell and pulled me out of it, "Ye best not be lyin', Master Turner. Or so help me I'll-" He glanced over at Michelle who was still crying. Not loud, just tears running down her face. Bloody hell, I hope I know what I'm doing.

"Leave her out of this." I said, bringing his attention off of Ellie. "It's not about her, anymore."

"I can't make that promise-"

"You will make that promise." I said to him, narrowing my eyes. "Because if you don't promise me that you will not lay a hand on her, I can promise you that I won't tell you where I put the chest." Barbossa glanced at the trembling Michelle, causing me to do it as well. I hated seeing her cry, and especially knowing that I was the cause of it. Turning back to me, Barbossa said, "You got yourself a deal."

He pulled me up by my arm, and led me out of the brig.

I once heard someone ask of Jack, "Do you think he knows what he's doing, or makes it up as he goes along?"

Well, if I'm anything like Captain Jack Sparrow, which I have found many similarites between us unfortunaltley, I can answer that question.

Yes, he makes if up as he goes along...and probably has no idea what the bloody hell he's doing...

Because, I honestly had no idea what the bloody hell I was doing. I just hoped it would turn out right...

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